A melody swells within my chest,
Notes of love I long to sing.
But iron bars surround my nest,
Clipping my eager wing.
The song builds, urgent to take flight,
To reach your waiting ear.
Yet circumstance, a jailer's might,
Holds back what you should hear.
My heart soars free beyond these walls,
While my voice stays locked inside.
I dream of when my music calls,
No longer forced to hide.
For now, I chirp a muted tune,
And hope someday you'll know
The full-voiced aria I'll croon
When free, my love to show.
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